It's my party...
..and there will be no crying. Unless it's with laughter. Birthdays should be jolly, so if you're going to come celebrate mine then wear a happy face. But more on that later.
First things first - yep, single again. Maybe not the ideal way to start a birthday off, but Life's a funny old game. The distance thing was just too much for a fledgling relationship to bear. It stings a bit for now, but I hope it ended in time for Kristina and I to remain friends. I've got a feeling we will. We still make each other laugh. It simply wasn't our time.
At least our last weekend together was lovely. Easter was a time of great mirth and merriment at Chez Anderson, and I'm very thankful for that. The stresses eased and I started loosening up, though ironically too late, it seems. I lived the days like they were our last. Which they actually ended up being.
And so it was quite appropriate that we ended the weekend watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It seemed to chime perfectly with my decision to worry less about what was going to happen and more on what was happening. Make the most of now, the ad men might say. Wasn't that what the whole Asian Epiphany was all about ?? "Days of our lives" ?? Each moment being a lifetime in itself, to be lived like it was your last. Oh, to be Clementine again. Or even Curtido. I actually was him once.
That reminds me. I started composing a mail to Kristina and stopped, probably because I thought it would only add to our troubles. Now it seems kind of appropriate to share it with you all. It was two quotations from my dear friends Manu and Gita.
From Manuela:
"I am sure now you are even more Curtido with all that love in the air!!!"
From Gita:
"Your lady looks lovely and you sound very happy. Has she seen you grumpy yet??"
No prizes for guessing who knows me better...
Not really 'better' so much, though, as a difference in time. Gita's seen me at some very low points, so knows the Grumpy Eddie character all too well. That she still loves me is glowing testament to her better nature. I just wish now that I hadn't foisted so much of it on Kristina's shoulders. We live and learn.
Then again, we also don't. Like, I should know by now that Scotland don't win home friendlies. Not that that stopped me spending 25 and (almost literally) freezing certain parts off my body off being kilt-clad at the Croatia game. Now, I know a 1-1 draw was a creditable result, it was just so boring. Hutton once again proved he's likely the only world-class player we have, though Craig Gordon made some marvellous saves. I hope we make more of a fist of it in Prague against the Czechs in our next run-out.
The after-game entertainment was far more agreeable. A squad of us headed back to Freddie's and sang Corries's songs while drowning our sorrows. McGill's heading to Oz later this year, so these wee gatherings are growing ever more important. From my own experience of trying to prepare for Exile, I know what he's feeling. There are few greater loves a man has than for the country that gave birth to him.
The less said about Celtic's loss to the Legions of Darkness the better. Put it this way, I've already set aside the thirty quid I bet my mate Graeme regarding the destination of the SPL. It's the Huns' to lose.
But back to happier stuff. I went for my first climbing lesson this week, and was surprised that I really enjoyed it. I'm hooking up with one of the the couples I met to do the second part of the course with next week. Who knows, I might even join a gym. As I'm likely to be in Glasgow for a wee while now, these are things I can plan for again. As much as I ever plan anything.
And on that point, it's 4th April. I'm 36. Closer to 70 than not. Which I'm OK about. Thanks for all the birthday wishes, they were a genuine delight to wake up to. My plans for today have been somewhat altered by the break-up, but tomorrow was always going to be the general celebration anyway. I had thought about issuing a general invitation to come meet me for drinks, but as the week panned out I decided to keep it more low-key. So, a small band of the lads will bevvy with me tomorrow to celebrate another year on the clock. Ryan will no doubt try to get me 'back on the horse' immediately. Ray will laugh and tell him I'll do it in my own time. Chumpy will slap me then buy me a vodka. Freddie will call me a girlie prick. This, after all, is what your friends are for...
..and there will be no crying. Unless it's with laughter. Birthdays should be jolly, so if you're going to come celebrate mine then wear a happy face. But more on that later.
First things first - yep, single again. Maybe not the ideal way to start a birthday off, but Life's a funny old game. The distance thing was just too much for a fledgling relationship to bear. It stings a bit for now, but I hope it ended in time for Kristina and I to remain friends. I've got a feeling we will. We still make each other laugh. It simply wasn't our time.
At least our last weekend together was lovely. Easter was a time of great mirth and merriment at Chez Anderson, and I'm very thankful for that. The stresses eased and I started loosening up, though ironically too late, it seems. I lived the days like they were our last. Which they actually ended up being.
And so it was quite appropriate that we ended the weekend watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It seemed to chime perfectly with my decision to worry less about what was going to happen and more on what was happening. Make the most of now, the ad men might say. Wasn't that what the whole Asian Epiphany was all about ?? "Days of our lives" ?? Each moment being a lifetime in itself, to be lived like it was your last. Oh, to be Clementine again. Or even Curtido. I actually was him once.
That reminds me. I started composing a mail to Kristina and stopped, probably because I thought it would only add to our troubles. Now it seems kind of appropriate to share it with you all. It was two quotations from my dear friends Manu and Gita.
From Manuela:
"I am sure now you are even more Curtido with all that love in the air!!!"
From Gita:
"Your lady looks lovely and you sound very happy. Has she seen you grumpy yet??"
No prizes for guessing who knows me better...
Not really 'better' so much, though, as a difference in time. Gita's seen me at some very low points, so knows the Grumpy Eddie character all too well. That she still loves me is glowing testament to her better nature. I just wish now that I hadn't foisted so much of it on Kristina's shoulders. We live and learn.
Then again, we also don't. Like, I should know by now that Scotland don't win home friendlies. Not that that stopped me spending 25 and (almost literally) freezing certain parts off my body off being kilt-clad at the Croatia game. Now, I know a 1-1 draw was a creditable result, it was just so boring. Hutton once again proved he's likely the only world-class player we have, though Craig Gordon made some marvellous saves. I hope we make more of a fist of it in Prague against the Czechs in our next run-out.
The after-game entertainment was far more agreeable. A squad of us headed back to Freddie's and sang Corries's songs while drowning our sorrows. McGill's heading to Oz later this year, so these wee gatherings are growing ever more important. From my own experience of trying to prepare for Exile, I know what he's feeling. There are few greater loves a man has than for the country that gave birth to him.
The less said about Celtic's loss to the Legions of Darkness the better. Put it this way, I've already set aside the thirty quid I bet my mate Graeme regarding the destination of the SPL. It's the Huns' to lose.
But back to happier stuff. I went for my first climbing lesson this week, and was surprised that I really enjoyed it. I'm hooking up with one of the the couples I met to do the second part of the course with next week. Who knows, I might even join a gym. As I'm likely to be in Glasgow for a wee while now, these are things I can plan for again. As much as I ever plan anything.
And on that point, it's 4th April. I'm 36. Closer to 70 than not. Which I'm OK about. Thanks for all the birthday wishes, they were a genuine delight to wake up to. My plans for today have been somewhat altered by the break-up, but tomorrow was always going to be the general celebration anyway. I had thought about issuing a general invitation to come meet me for drinks, but as the week panned out I decided to keep it more low-key. So, a small band of the lads will bevvy with me tomorrow to celebrate another year on the clock. Ryan will no doubt try to get me 'back on the horse' immediately. Ray will laugh and tell him I'll do it in my own time. Chumpy will slap me then buy me a vodka. Freddie will call me a girlie prick. This, after all, is what your friends are for...
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tobey_mcquim:
happy birthday Grumpy Eddie
kintoun:
Sorry I can't make it tonight man, I'm staying out at my girlfriends in Paisley.